Mistress Massage

The sirens were evil. Adagio saw no reason to mince words on the fact.

But they also, and her most of all, had standards. Mistress Massage and Oils was a front business, yes. And it was run out of a strip mall because that was what she could find on short notice.

Inside, though, the sirens had worked their (alas, metaphorical) magic. Centuries of high culture had taught them the right colors, scents, and sounds to set any mood, and these they unleashed upon the rented space to make an environment perfect for disarming relaxation. Water flowed gently along rocky pools. Visitors walked into the dim foyer on plush purple carpeting, surrounded by pleasant flowers and paintings of stars and nature.

They watched the security camera at their desk as Sunset approached the front door. Naturally, the little goodie-goodie was twenty minutes early.

“Places, everyone,” Adagio purred. “Sonata? Glasses.”

Grumbling, Sonata put on the massive plastic frames. Her voice came out sharp and whiny. “Am I going to have to wear them for all of this? Being a helpless moe to lure her in was fun, but I don’t want to make that my whole schtick.”

“That depends how this goes.”

Adagio turned and walked slowly to her appointed room. No sense in teasing or bickering now, they all had to focus.

She had checked the room a dozen times to ensure everything was perfect. Once more for luck. Like she was a silly little human or pony, but never before had she been so vulnerable. Any errant detail could spell doom.

A visitor would, perhaps, be surprised to learn the halls and rooms were as fine as the first impression. Dark woods and purples were the predominant colors. Her own workroom held a comfortable couch and a massage table with an open headrest. A classical wooden desk and end-tables held various tools and decorations: flowers, water basin, hot towels, incense bowls, and a warm dispenser filled with an oil made of…

Well, there wasn’t a word for it, anymore. Not in this language. The recipe was known only to the sirens, lost to mankind ages ago in some war.

Adagio’s mind drifted briefly to the far past… was it the sirens who caused that war?

...Yes, yes it was. She smiled.

Rubbed into the skin, it was absorbed by the human brain as a hypnotic and aphrodisiac. Similar effects were in the incense, water, flowers, even Adagio’s own perfume. The work on poor little Sunset would begin the moment she entered.

All was in place. Adagio stepped to the hall.

Honestly, Sunset felt a little intimidated going inside. The place seemed fancy as all get-out, and she had a strong feeling of being extremely Not Their Clientele. Vaguely, she wondered if she should have dressed in something a little fancier than boots and jeans.

The feeling evaporated mere moments in the door. No snooty patrons sneered at her – actually no one was there at all except Sonata. She beckoned Sunset calmly to the desk, smiling and clearly in her element. They exchanged greetings, and Sonata sent a quick text to apparently let the masseuse know she was here.

“Doing anything after this?” Sonata asked.

Sunset chuckled and scratched the back of her head. “Dinner-slash-study meet with Human Twilight.”

She caught herself with a weak grin. “I mean, Twilight. A friend of mine.”

“You shouldn’t make plans for right after a massage,” Sonata tutted. “Ask your masseuse to help you keep track of the time. Go on, you can go back now.”

With no more clear directions, Sunset walked slowly to the back halls. She paused a second to admire a painting. Really, it was… quite pleasant here. The faint floral small, the dark colors, the warmth… like she was swaddled in a dozen cozy blankets, falling slowly asleep.

She yawned.

“Miss Shimmer?” A yellow girl stepped around the corner.

No, a woman. While Sunset pegged Sonata as around her age, she guessed the newcomer at mid-thirties. Tall and busty, with gliding confidence as she stared down to Sunset from beneath an ordered array of orange curls. Oddly, she seemed dressed in meditative robes with bare feet – apparently leaning into the place’s vaguely oriental theme.

‘Theme’ felt wrong, though. This woman didn’t seem like an hourly wage slave, nor a struggling masseuse desperate for customers. She carried herself proud and strong, in command of her world.

Sunset finished her yawn quickly. “Yes?”

“I am Adagio Dazzle.”

The name poked something in Sunset’s mind, but the woman went on with a brief smirk. “Well, ‘Mistress’ Adagio Dazzle, but I will let you skip that for now. Owner and chief masseuse of Mistress Massage and Oils, hence the title.”

Awkwardly, Sunset held her silence as the woman seemed to take her in for a moment. She scringed backwards under the scrutiny.

“Is this your first time getting a professional massage?”

Sunset chuckled. “Is it that obvious?”

“You’re nervous,” Adagio said. “It’s a massage parlor, dear. It’s the one place on Earth where there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“Sorry,” Sunset said. She took another slow breath in and out, feeling a bit of her lingering tension fade.

Yes, she… actually felt really good.

Adagio pointed to a door. “Alright. Go in there, take off your clothes, and lie face down on the table with the towel over your bum. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Sunset’s lethargic mind took an extra second to catch up, and by then the woman was striding away.

Sunset slipped inside the room, feeling self-conscious doubts arise. No clothes…? Applejack had given her a back rub once with clothes on, but that was different. Did Rarity say anything about being naked for her appointments? Was this normal?

Deciding to go with the flow, Sunset did was she was told. Somehow conscious of impressing the prim woman, she folded each garment and laid them in a small wooden box by the door. Shirt, socks, jeans…

She hesitated, then left on her panties. She couldn’t imagine them getting in the way of any massage and going without was just a little too weird.

Using a hot washbasin and provided towel, she quickly wiped and dried the sweat from her armpits and lint from her feet. The water itself felt nice – another floral scent. She breathed it in, reminding herself that she was here to relax. Then she laid face-down on the table, covering her butt with the towel and sheepishly hiding the panties.

It was so very comfortable. The room was warmer than the hall, and the table was covered by some cloth that seemed to cushion and heat the skin. She breathed fine through the hole for her head, and had to remind herself to not fall asleep.

Fortunately, Adagio entered in the next moment. The door clicked open, and her voice followed. “It’s me, Miss Shimmer.”

“Hey.”

A moment passed in quiet. Sunset waited, content with the knowledge this woman was clearly a professional. Maybe she was doing some… brief meditation, or something.

It never crossed Sunset’s mind that Adagio took that moment to leer at her prey, tracing her butt and slim legs with hungry eyes.

Nothing but stern authority came out in her voice. “Any trouble spots?”

“Not really.”

Warm and firm, Adagio’s fingers closed around Sunset. First her upper arms, then shoulders, where even their simple push released a groan of relief.

“Tense shoulders.” Adagio said it as a fact.

“I’m a student. I’m basically glued to my backpack.”

Adagio kept at it, rubbing brief, exploratory pushes. Sunset’s back, then butt. Adagio pulled off the towel and pressed in around the panties without comment. Thighs, legs, feet.

She stepped away. Sunset heard a match strike.

“I am lighting incense,” Adagio said.

The odor soon found Sunset’s nose. Like some cross between a campfire and a spice rack, entirely pleasant.

Then Adagio returned, and really got to work.

Sunset gasped at the first deep rub on her shoulders, feeling relief radiate out across her entire body. Her legs tensed straight, flexing their toes in sudden ecstasy. And Adagio kept rubbing, over and over…

Three minutes in and Sunset was a puddle of sheer happiness. She let her tongue hang out – no one could see beneath the table. She was soon breathing in time with the rubs – deep breaths in of that lovely scent, and long, unsteady breaths out.

“Relax,” Adagio began to say. Then again, “Relax.” A gentle, cooing word, perhaps every five seconds.

“Relax.”

She began working in the small of Sunset’s back, earning more deep breaths. But the shoulders remained pleasantly hot; perhaps from the oil on her hands. It was like they were still being rubbed, and now her back, too…

Then her butt. Adagio’s fingers slipped beneath the panties to grip each cheek, spreading and squishing them.

The panties slipped out of place. Her cheeks spread, and Sunset swore she felt hot breath right on her ass. Her body bucked backwards very weakly, just enough to push against Adagio’s hands.

Embarrassment burned up vaguely through the haze. “Sorry,” she garbled out.

“Relax...” Adagio said, not acknowledging at all. “Relax...”

The embarrassment died, and was forgotten. Dimly Sunset realized she was getting horny… but that was part of a massage too, right? It only made sense.

It wasn’t even uncomfortable. Horny, but too relaxed to do anything about it or really care.

Another hot breath hit her anus, this one long and slow. Like someone was blowing gently right upon her little ponut.

Sunset gave a long, low moan.

“Relax...”

Adagio moved on to the thighs, kneading them, spreading them. Sunset complied as best as she could, spreading them wider… wider… oil lingered on her back, shoulders, and ass, leaving their heat across her body. Like she was wrapped in a blanket and falling asleep.

“Relax… and drop.”

The change shined light in her fog. Sunset tried to focus, tried to turn the gears in her head.

But the grip on her thighs was so firm, and the voice so soft. “There are no worries in here, Sunset. Let it all go, just for a little while. Drop deeper into your feelings, for you feel so good.”

It made sense. It was true. What little wakefulness Sunset could muster knew she was in heaven, and her whole body agreed.

Her calves.

“Drop...”

Then her feet, one by one. Toes flexed and scrunched.

“Drop...”

Then they relaxed and fell still, simply pushed around with the firm, rhythmic kneading of each sole.

At last, Adagio straightened the leg, letting it rest once more on the table. A few seconds later, her voice murmured in Sunset’s ear.

“Time to roll over. We’re going to do the front.”

Sunset’s wakefulness grew a little stronger. She blinked, shocked at the seemingly monumental request.

“Come on,” Adagio tsked.

Sunset made the effort – and blinked again at how easy it came, turning to her back with the first try.

Adagio smiled down to her. Sunset met the eyes and felt herself blush.

This… this made sense. Her mind was still mired in sleep contentment, but awake enough now to see yes, this was fine. Her muscles were relaxed, but not actually weakened. And a little bit of… eroticism was perfectly natural. Probably. Many nice places were touched in any massage. And Adagio was a looker, though Sunset sternly reminded herself to not fantasize about the professional.

The thoughts turned slowly. Adagio left for a few seconds then was standing above her again for a few more before Sunset noticed.

Sweet Stars, she was beautiful. With Sunset’s body coming up a little from its sedation, the arousal was finally starting to itch. Sunset pressed her legs together and closed her eyes, quickly trying to turn her mind away.

It was a surprise, but a relief when Adagio placed a warm, damp washcloth over her face.

The cooing, beautiful voice spoke. “This will help relieve tension in your head. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”

Sunset breathed in. Damp, but not wet. No water choked her.

A slight, perfumed scent, like what she cleaned up with. Sunset breathed again, deeper. It smelled so good. Relaxation began growing once more within her, drowning the itch.

Deep in. Deep out.

“Drop.”

Deep in. Deep out.

“Drop.”

The arms, the hands, the neck. Hot oil, strong fingers.

Sunset was again lost to all but the foggiest conscious thought. Back where she was before, within a state of total bliss.

“Drop… deeper.”

Yes.

“Drop… deeper.”

Yes. Even better. Even more relaxed. Even happier. Even deeper. She breathed in the scented washcloth, feeling it gently push her conscious mind away.

Light touches along her stomach and side. Then lower.

Sunset gave no reaction when the fingers entered her pussy. Such relaxation. Such pleasure.

The fingers massaged her, inside. Her hips moved weakly with the motions.

“Drop… deeper.”

Drop. Deeper.

Sunset’s lips moved to repeat the words.

“Drop… deeper.”

Drop. Deeper.

“Obey.”

Her lips stopped. The fingers made a long, lazy circle inside of her.

“Obey.”

Nothing. The thumb began massaging her clit.

“Relax”

Relax. Sunset mouthed the word.

“Drop.”

Drop.

“Deeper.”

Deeper.

“Obey.”

…

“Obey.”

Obey.

The fingers pulled out, wet with oil and something else. Adagio said ‘Obey,’ and Sunset mouthed it. Over and over.

No more rubbing. Just words, spoken and repeated. Adagio pulled the cloth from Sunset’s face. Half-lidded green eyes stared up above a blank expression. No rising awareness, no distracting lust.

With the cloth off, Sunset spoke the words out loud, although sleepy and mumbled.

“Obey.”

“Obey.”

“Obey Mistress Adagio.”

“Obey Mistress Adagio.”

“Good,” Adagio said. Her hand stroked along Sunset’s cheek, brushing in still more oils. More relaxation, more arousal.

“Now stand up.”

Sunset moved – slowly, lethargically, but capably. The muscles were loose, but functional. The mind, too relaxed and drugged for anything but bland compliance.

Adagio looked down to the disheveled panties and wrinkled her nose. “Take those off.”

Sunset obeyed. So relaxed. So hard to think, and so relaxed it was not worth it to try.

Adagio cast off her robe while Sunset worked, displaying her full breasts and shaved clit. She sat down on the couch with legs spread wide.

“Kneel.”

Sunset did so, placing her at eye level with Adagio’s pussy.

“This is part of the package,” Adagio said, to whatever part of Sunset that could hear. “We massaged your body, and now we will massage your mind.”

She fished in the wooden desk and produced a small, blue gem on a silver string. She let it dangle, and began swinging it before Sunset’s gaze.

“Watch the pretty gem...”

Sunset watched.

“Watch it swing, watch it sway...”

It swung in time with the rubs. In time with the words. Obey… obey…

“Relax...” Adagio’s voice was so warm, so beautiful, so soft. “No resistance. No thought, save my words. My words are your thoughts. They tell you what is right. They tell you who you are. Relax… obey…”

Her mouth curled up. The soft voice hardened, just a little. “Obey Mistress Adagio… obey Mistress Adagio...”

Back and forth, Adagio said it. Back and forth, Sunset repeated. So relaxed. So deep. Not even a slight awareness that anything was wrong.

More words. So easy to repeat and understand. The only thoughts in Sunset’s mind. Adagio, Sonata, Aria. Sirens, Dazzlings, mistresses. Obey. Worship. Serve.

Serve now.

The yellow folds of her mistress glistening with sweat and need. Sunset plunged in her tongue. Sucked, suckled, licked, nuzzled. Mistress Adagio gasped and strained, squirting fluids onto Sunset’s face. At Adagio’s command, she bent and wiped it off on the carpet.

Mistress Sonata’s voice sounded from behind. Sunset did not know when she came in.

“My turn, Adagio. I’ve wanted this bitch between my legs since before the Band Battle.”

A third voice. Mistress Aria. Sunset did not know how she knew.

“It’s almost five. We’re out of time, all because some dumb ditz forgot to tell Sunslave here to keep her schedule free.”

“Ease off, Aria.” Adagio said. She stepped away from the couch and beckoned Sonata to her spot. “There’s no sense bickering on a good day, and this is a very good day indeed.”

“It’ll be a good day when we get our magic back.”

Adagio released a long sigh, basking in the afterglow. Sonata had taken her place, and soon they were speaking over muffled slurps at her crotch.

“No reason we can’t enjoy the journey,” Adagio said lightly. “Or savor the little steps. As for Sunslave’s study party, we can have her cover for us. That’s the beauty of it.”

Aria walked around the face-fucking Sunset to mutter to Adagio, low and angry. “She’s drugged and hypnotized. Not brainwashed.”

“Yet.”

“‘Yet’ is important,” Aria hissed. “We can’t just tell her to throw off her friends and expect it to happen. I don’t want to blow our one chance because you idiots got ahead of yourselves.”

Adagio studied her for a moment. Cold, immortal logic came to the fore, and she gave a nod. “You’re not wrong. But we do have a little time. Sonata, finish up. Aria...”

A coy smirk dangled at Adagio’s lips. “Want to do a quickie?”

Aria looked away. “Yeah. Real fast, though.”

Sonata got up, panting and dripping. Aria sat.

“Wait,” Adagio said quickly. “Before I forget...”

She knelt down next to Sunset. Still blank-eyed and staring. Hearing nothing but what was said to her.

“Sunset, dearie...” Honey slipped into Adagio’s words. “You said you were going to study with ‘Human Twilight.’ What do you mean?”

It took a few seconds. Sunset’s memories were buried deep in a haze of relaxation.

She spoke, still blurry and sleepy. “The Twilight who’s a human.”

“As opposed to…?”

It was a secret. But Sunset had no awareness of that, or anything beyond her mistresses’ command.

“Pony Twilight. The princess from Equestria.”

“Where is Pony Twilight?”

“Back in Equestria,” Sunset mumbled. “Until her next visit.”

“More on that later,” Adagio mused. “We’ll press for details once we’ve worked her down a little more. Aria’s right, we do need to be careful.”

Aria gave a dry laugh, quickly taking off her robe. “Shit, I take it back. I’m not scared of Princess Twilight’s dumb human knockoff. Remember how easy ‘Principal’ Celestia was?”

Sonata giggled. “That was a fun night! I wonder if she’s still a brainwashed ass-slut, or if it stopped with our magic?”

Adagio smiled, but gestured with her head. “Still, let’s not tempt fate. Sonata, go fetch the antidote. Aria, get cracking and then help me clean her up.”

Sunset awoke. She was naked save her panties, and her body positively glowed with a happy sense of loose relaxation.

Mistress Adagio stood beside, gently shaking her.

Mistr…? Sunset blinked. Right, the name: ‘Mistress Massage’ and so on. Not too weird to think of her like that.

“I’m so sorry,” Sunset blurted.

“Don’t be. You were only out for a few minutes. It’s hardly uncommon to fall asleep near the end.”

Sunset squinted, trying to rally her memories. Rubbing, massage, relaxation… something else, something fuzzy.

A shrug. She probably just dreamed for a minute. More to the point, she felt good.

“Gotcha.” Sunset sat upright, feeling like a new woman. Her jaw was a little sore, probably just from lying face-down. “Thanks a lot, Mistre… uh, Adagio. That was… wow. I mean, wow.”

Adagio smiled with stern professional satisfaction. “It is my privilege to serve, Miss Shimmer. You may check out with Sonata for your next appointment.”

“I’m sorry, this was a one-time thing.” Sunset stretched, showcasing her body. Odd, how nervous she first was of being naked with this woman, but now it felt completely natural. “I really can’t afford more.”

“My dear Miss Shimmer, Sonata’s little coupon was not for one visit alone.”

Adagio peered down at Sunset, folding her arms beneath the ample breasts.

“That’s way too generous,” Sunset said.

Adagio rolled her eyes. “Please, Miss Shimmer. I can’t say I’m doing anything better with myself while waiting for business to pick up. And it is good for me to practice in the meantime. So let me rephrase it: you will check out with Sonata, and make an appointment for next week.”

Sunset nodded at once. Adagio was authoritative, professional – a woman to be obeyed. And it was of course an amazing opportunity, and the suggestion that it was a favor pulled at her good nature.

There was… something else, too. It felt right to follow her directions.

So Sunset did.